on depression

and there will be days where all of a sudden there is no such thing as an emotion, whereas dreams become clouded and the smile you once had seeing the rays of light after a storm becomes nothing but a stoic face

and the neighborhood you once ran across for fitness becomes the one thing you avoid, so you turn to the only emptiness to comfort the darkness

whether it’s a pitch black day underneath your eyelids, a bottle or two of wine, or the sounds of your own heart beating itself to sleep, you have the bleak stare of the gray peaking beyond the shadows